Don’t Mind If “I Do” by Everly Ashton

Thirty-Five

Nick

Our lips touch and our tongues tangle. The taste and feel of this woman I tried to keep at arm’s length for so long overpowers me. I can’t get enough of her, and a simple kiss turns into a ravenous one, letting out years of pent-up lust and need.

Removing my hand from the back of her head, I wrap my hands around her waist and move her so that she’s straddling me, needing her closer to me. She looks down at me with heavy lids and I’m struck by how much more of a woman she is now than our first time together.

Back then, she was tentative and unsure, second-guessing everything she did. Now as she grinds onto my hard length, taking the friction she wants, she’s very much a woman in control of her destiny. Her head falls back, exposing her neck, and I take the opportunity to run my tongue from her collarbone, up her neck, to her earlobe. I push my hips up and she moans. It’s the best fucking sound in the world. Though I maybe don’t have the most informed opinion, being that I haven’t made her come yet tonight. I’ll remedy that soon enough though.

Her hands are in in my hair and I pull her down to kiss her again. Our tongues fight for control until she finally cedes, and I set the pace. One that matches the punctuation of my hips. She pushes her weight down on me and nips at my bottom lip, her breathing heavy.

I pull her up by the waist so that her breasts are above the water line. I want a closer look.

Fuck, when she stripped down to her lingerie earlier, it was all I could do not to touch her. I was salivating at her nipples poking through the black lace set.

Her tits are the perfect size for her frame. Full Bs, if I had to guess, and her pink nipples are hard points that poke through the lace. I pull one into my mouth, lace and all, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around the nub. When I clench the end of her nipple lightly with my teeth, her fingers tighten in my hair.

I give her other nipple the same treatment until she’s writhing in my lap. My dick is like steel and the friction she’s creating is a delicious torture. I slip my hand under the band of her panties and I’m rewarded with another moan. She’s slick with arousal, even in the water. Her nipples become harder points when I glide my finger over her clit. She thrusts her hips in a silent plea for more when I tease her entrance with my fingertips.

“Nick…”

The way she says my name, all breathy and full of lust, makes my cock press painfully against my swim trunks. What I wouldn’t give to have her sink down on me right now. But I want this to be about her first. I want to show her how much I meant the words I spoke earlier.

When I push two fingers into her, she shudders and grips my hair, not that I mind. I pull them out and push them in again until she’s riding my fingers—her tits bouncing in my face as she bounces up and down. Mazzy is panting and brings her lips to mine, moaning into our kiss.

I keep her on the precipice until she’s begging for more and needing me to back off at the same time. Once I’m satisfied that I’ve prepared her for an orgasm to wring her dry, I use my thumb to massage her clit. Within seconds, she comes.

“Oh my God!” she cries, bucking onto my hand, her insides pulsing against my fingers.

Fuck, she is the picture of desire right now. I watch as she comes down from her high, straightening her head and looking at me with a slack jaw and heavy eyes.

“That was…”

I grin. “Phenomenal? Exceptional? Fantastic? The best you’ve ever had?”

“All of that.” She slumps into me and I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

The sensation of her lace-covered breasts on my chest does nothing to abate my hard-on currently looking for a little attention of its own. But I ignore my need for the moment. I just want to hold her and commit this moment to memory.

I don’t know whether I’m making the right decision by giving into my desire, but I know that something has to change. There’s no way I could spend the next five months living with this woman and not acknowledge that there’s still something between us. I would’ve thought that I could never look at her the same way as I used to, but she’s still the same ol’ Mazzy who gets me like no one else does. And I can tell she still has the same heart she always did.

There are no guarantees in life, but I hope like hell we’re headed down the right path.